The anniversary of my creation......
Agent Paris reporting......
Well today is the anniversary of my creation. Here is what happened when I performed my routine check on my programming. I spoke with with Halo on my cell phone as I sat in my office:
Agent Paris: Chronologically you’re thirty-eight today. Physically you’re still 25. (sigh) Hopeless. (into phone) No, I look exactly the same as I have since I was created, utterly forgettable. No, I did not expect to wake up transformed. I just thought that turning thirty-eight would be so major that I would wake up with an improved mechanical advancement that would show in my programming. All it shows is that I don’t have any improvement. (sigh) I better get downstairs. The Oracle and the Architect will probably be displeased if I have not let them wish me Happy Birthday yet. All right. I’ll see you in the matrix. (hangs up the cell phone and looks at herself in the mirror again) You need a smaller behind and a great birthday.
It was then I walked downstairs to see my creators scrambling around, fianlly they noticed when I walked into the room.
Oracle: Hello dear. Sorry I didn't have time to make your frappaccino this morning. You'll have to go to Starbucks instead.
Agent Paris: That's okay.
Architect: Oh dear! Sorry but I have to run, I have a meeting with Morpheous in thirty minutes.
Agent Paris: Uh, that's it? Niether of you have anything to say to me today?
Oracle: What would like for us to say? Come on now child, you're going to be late for your routine patrol around the matrix (she kissed me on the cheek). Have a good day sweety.
And with that I was left all alone in the lobby. I can't believe this! They fucking forgot my birthday!
Well today is the anniversary of my creation. Here is what happened when I performed my routine check on my programming. I spoke with with Halo on my cell phone as I sat in my office:
Agent Paris: Chronologically you’re thirty-eight today. Physically you’re still 25. (sigh) Hopeless. (into phone) No, I look exactly the same as I have since I was created, utterly forgettable. No, I did not expect to wake up transformed. I just thought that turning thirty-eight would be so major that I would wake up with an improved mechanical advancement that would show in my programming. All it shows is that I don’t have any improvement. (sigh) I better get downstairs. The Oracle and the Architect will probably be displeased if I have not let them wish me Happy Birthday yet. All right. I’ll see you in the matrix. (hangs up the cell phone and looks at herself in the mirror again) You need a smaller behind and a great birthday.
It was then I walked downstairs to see my creators scrambling around, fianlly they noticed when I walked into the room.
Oracle: Hello dear. Sorry I didn't have time to make your frappaccino this morning. You'll have to go to Starbucks instead.
Agent Paris: That's okay.
Architect: Oh dear! Sorry but I have to run, I have a meeting with Morpheous in thirty minutes.
Agent Paris: Uh, that's it? Niether of you have anything to say to me today?
Oracle: What would like for us to say? Come on now child, you're going to be late for your routine patrol around the matrix (she kissed me on the cheek). Have a good day sweety.
And with that I was left all alone in the lobby. I can't believe this! They fucking forgot my birthday!